Here’s a little-known fact about archeology: After all the excavating and recording is done, archeologists spent their nights drinking and fucking.

An excavation is like a naughty sleepaway camp. You’re trapped far away from civilization with dozens of people who share your interests, no television, and too much alcohol. Sex is inevitable.

MAs dig director, though, I rarely partake. I have to set an example. But I’m aware of the undergrads and grad students sneaking away for drunken sex, and I’m incredibly jealous. I’m in my 30s and blessedly single, but I have a grown woman’s needs, and I’ve spent too many nights frantically rubbing my clit alone in my tent.

My dig is a site in Chile’s Atacama Desert. This last season, one of our trenches was finally showing a great deal of material, so I brought assistants from a partner university. When they showed up together, I immediately regretted my hiring choices. They were both distractingly attractive men, and I could hardly control my sexual urges around them. Henry was in his early 30s, with dark hair and a soccer player’s body. The other was a bearded giant in his 40s named Ivan. He had brawny shoulders and a package substantial enough to make its presence known even in baggy field pants. As the weeks passed, my uncontrollable horniness had me masturbating every night to thoughts of kinky threesomes.

One Friday night, everyone sat around the campfire until past midnight, getting drunk and telling stories. I sat in a camp chair between Ivan and Henry, drinking my lukewarm beer and fantasizing.

The Atacama Desert is barren but beautiful. There’s almost no vegetation, and with such low humidity, the stars are brighter than almost anywhere on Earth. Tired of the conversation and wanting to be alone with my fantasies, I eventually went off on my own to stare up at the bright band of the Milky Way.

Footsteps sounded behind me, and I turned to see Henry and Ivan. My nipples instantly tightened. I was alone in the desert with two men I desperately wanted to see naked.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Ivan asked, looking up at the stars.

Alcohol loosened my tongue. “Did you guys follow me just to torment me?”

Henry frowned. “What do you mean?”

Fuck it. We had months ahead of us, and my horniness was just going to get worse. “You and your muscles,” I said. “I can barely focus at the best of times. Now you’re both here, late at night, taunting me with your sexiness.”

Their mouths dropped open in identical expressions of shock. They looked at each other, engaging in a wordless conversation, and then Ivan circled around behind me while Henry stepped in front.

“You’ve been fantasizing about us?” Henry asked.

“Every night,” I said. I could feel the heat of Ivan’s body against my back.

“Both of us at once?” Ivan asked.

Oh my God, could this actually happen? I nodded.

Henry trailed a finger from my collarbone to my stiffened nipple. He pinched it and I shivered. “You should have said so on day one,” he said. “We could have been fucking all this time.”

Exhilaration shot through me as Ivan wrapped his arms around me, pinning me against him. As one of Ivan’s hands slid down to rub my clitoris, Henry kissed me.

I moaned into his mouth. Their bodies were warm and firm, and I felt both of their erections pressing insistently against me. As Henry’s tongue plunged into my mouth, Ivan sucked the side of my neck.

Then Henry began removing my clothes. Soon I stood entirely naked in the starlight, my toes digging into the soft soil.

The men stripped, too, and laid their clothes out on the ground, making a makeshift bed. Henry guided me down, then knelt at my head to pin down my arms while Ivan settled between my legs. Ivan started eating me out, and as his beard rasped against my thighs, I arched and moaned. Henry gripped both of my wrists in one hand and used the other to squeeze and torment my breasts. I was so turned-on, all I could think about was getting their cocks in me.

“I want to taste you,” I told Henry.

He shifted around until he was straddling my face. As he guided his cock into my mouth, Ivan pushed two fingers inside me. It was thrilling. Henry tasted so good, all salty and masculine, and I loved the way his dick bumped against my throat. I could hardly breathe, but who needed to breathe with a cock like that to worship?

Ivan worked me with single-minded dedication. My lower belly tightened, and then the tension exploded. I came against his mouth, and Henry’s dick muffled my cries.

As if my orgasm was a signal, the men shifted positions, placing me on my hands and knees. Ivan gripped my hair and guided his thick erection into my mouth. It was almost too much to take, but I relaxed my throat until he slid as deep as he could get.

“Good girl,” he said in a gruff voice. “Now we’re going to fuck you.”

I heard the crinkle of a foil wrapper and pulled away just long enough to speak. “Yes,” I said. “Please fuck me.”

Henry penetrated me on a long stroke. The pressure pushed me forward until Ivan’s cock hit the back of my throat, and soon we had worked out the perfect rhythm. Every time Henry thrusted into me, I swallowed as much of Ivan as I could take. Ivan still had his hand fisted in my hair, and as they used me together, filling me up from both sides, I’d never felt so perfectly filthy.

It wasn’t enough, though. I wanted more, deeper, rougher. I wanted to be fucked so hard I wouldn’t be able to walk the next day. “Both of you at once,” I demanded.

Ivan grinned. “Fuck, I knew you’d be perfect. I’ve been fantasizing about you for weeks.” He tugged my hair hard enough to make my eyes water.

Henry grunted. “Me, too.” His next thrusts were so hard I cried out. They were starting to lose control, and I wanted more.

“I’m yours,” I said. “Use me.”

Henry pulled out, but before I could mourn the loss of his cock, he lay down on the pile of clothes, taking me with him. My back was pressed to his sweat-dampened chest, and then he worked a finger inside my anus, using the moisture from my body as lubrication.

“There’s lube in my tent,” I panted, then laughed as Ivan snuck away, stark naked. Luckily, my tent was far enough from the others that no one would see him in the dark. By the time Ivan returned, Henry had worked two fingers into me. The burn was delicious, and I couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside my ass.

Ivan squeezed lube onto my opening, and Henry worked it into me with firm strokes. Soon my entrance was slippery enough for him to fit a third finger. I cried out, arching, and Ivan leaned over to suck and bite my nipples.

“Are you ready?” Henry asked.

I was so turned-on I couldn’t speak. I nodded frantically, then moaned as Henry’s cock pressed into my ass. He moved with slow nudges, working himself deeper, until finally he was seated all the way inside. I was stuffed full of him, and every time he moved, my pussy clenched with the need for release. He wrapped his arms around me and began fucking me with slow, luscious strokes.

Ivan retrieved another condom from his discarded pants. He slid it over that thick erection, and my body trembled with need. I was wetter than I’d ever been in my life. He moved over us, then fit his dick against me and pushed into my vagina.

Henry went still, and thank God for that. It was so much — too much — and I whimpered as my body struggled to accommodate two thick cocks at once. Henry started to pull out, but I slapped his forearm. “Don’t you dare,” I said. “Just give me a minute.”

I breathed into the stretch and reached down to rub my clitoris. Soon my body relaxed, and the pressure felt good. Not just good — necessary. “Now,” I said. “Fuck me together.”

They did, pushing and retreating, finding a rhythm that had me gasping. I was stuffed full of them, my body thoroughly occupied, and the pleasure was so intense I couldn’t stop moaning. Ivan had the most room to move, and he thrust hard and deep, that thick, perfect cock filling me up almost to the point of pain. I was sandwiched between them, their hard bodies working on either side of me, and I’d never felt so overwhelmed in my life. It was animalistic, raw, and primal. As they plundered my body, owning me utterly, I stopped being a dig director or a scholar or even a person. I was nothing but need, my identity reduced to two greedy holes.

“Harder,” I demanded, and Ivan obliged.

Henry cursed in my ear, and his arms tightened around my torso. “You greedy little slut,” he whispered.

“Yes,” I gasped. “I am.”

“You like having two cocks in you? You like being our plaything?”

My vagina clenched at the words, and Ivan gripped my hips tighter as he bucked into me. He was sweating, his muscles straining in the moonlight.

“I love it,” I moaned. “Use me. Please.”

An orgasm was building. My body tightened, and my vision started to go dark. As their movements grew jerkier, the extra roughness gave me the edge I needed to come. The most intense orgasm of my life shuddered through me in a prickling, tingling, mind-numbing wave of pleasure. I screamed and writhed as my body clenched over and over.

Both men were swearing and grunting as they rode out the final shudders of my orgasm. Henry came first with a strangled cry, and Ivan followed, plunging deep inside and shuddering as his come pumped into me.

My body was so sensitive that I shivered when they pulled out. Dazed and blissful, I stared up at the Milky Way as they settled on either side, cuddling me close.

“How many more months are left in the dig season?” Ivan asked.

“Two.” My voice was lazy from residual bliss.

“Thank God.”

It was a night I would never forget, one we would repeat many times that summer. I was the luckiest lady with access to two perfect cocks, and I was no longer jealous of anyone else’s sexy field season.