After several more rounds of blackjack and some intense sexual encounters between the wives and other players, you manage to climb up the tiers once again. Your eyes meet with Chelsea's across the room and she gives you a knowing smile, her breasts still heaving from their exertions earlier. This time around, you choose Diondre as your prize for tier 2, much to Toby's displeasure.

Diondre looks surprised but pleased as you lean in and press your lips against hers. She reciprocates eagerly, her hands running through your hair as she deepens the kiss. Her breasts, still partially exposed due to her low-cut shirt, brush against your chest, sending a jolt of desire coursing through you.

Chelsea smirks and saunters over, clearly enjoying the show. "Well, aren't you two getting along nicely?"

As the game continues, you find yourself caught in a web of lust and temptation. The women are becoming increasingly bold in their attempts to pleasure you, each one vying for your attention and hoping to be the one to take you over the edge. Their moans fill the room, echoing off of the walls as they writhe on top of each other in a desperate attempt to gain an advantage.

The tension in the air is palpable, electricity crackling between your fingers and every point of contact with another person.

You glance down at Chelsea, who's still catching her breath from her orgasm. Her eyes meet yours and she gives you a knowing smile before leaning forward to whisper in your ear, "I think it's time for us to go to tier five." She nibbles lightly on your earlobe before pulling back with a sultry grin.

As the game continues, the women around you become increasingly desperate.