It took place at the end of May 2022 in a famous Bruges brewery with a wooden door and stairs down usually frequented by college students.

My girlfriend, a slim but curvy blonde girl with a round butt and firm breasts, was wearing tight jeans and a white shirt with some buttons undone and no bra that day. Nothing made us imagine how the evening was going to happen but that day after sightseeing around the city we went to try the famous Belgian beers.

It was early and there were still almost no people, so we started tasting some rare beer.

After a couple of hours the place was already quite crowded and a group of German guys and a Greek guy who could hardly speak English sat next to us.

They started chatting with us about trivial topics, what we were doing there, where we were from, what we knew about Germany and Spain (our home country). And I noticed that the alcohol was having more and more effect on us and them, my girlfriend was having more and more fun, chatting more, toasting and laughing with them.

I noticed that the guys were talking a lot more with her and I was beginning to see an interest in flirting with her and see if she was receptive. That situation turned me on, so I wasn't an impediment to it.

On one occasion I went to the restroom and when I came back I saw that she had moved to the next table with them, and one of the guys was sitting at the table of two that she and I were initially at. That made me 1000... and the conversations were getting hotter and hotter, even one of them began to comment that he and his girlfriend had an open relationship and that after having a few beers they were going to go out to party and if we wanted to go with them.

Many hours had passed, I noticed that both my girlfriend and I had drunk too much, especially she who is not very used to beer and I did not feel very comfortable with the situation so I told her to leave. She even got a little angry because she wanted to stay with the guys and go partying and insinuated that I should go and she would stay, however, she agreed and we went to the hotel.

On the way in the cab she told me that it was a good thing we had left because she was quite drunk, and between laughs she confessed to me that one of them had asked her if she had her tits operated because she had almost unbuttoned the three buttons of her shirt and did not leave much to the imagination.

Believe me when I tell you that later I regretted having told her that we would have left, I am sure that I would have surely ended up taking the step with one of them and I think she also knows it and enjoys these situations when they happen.

I have rewritten this story to give more details, and because of your interest a guy who had been that week in the same place wrote to me, but he was not one of the ones in the group that chatted with us, a pity.