I know this is not a simple question. I really appreciate your time. But if you could just take a few moments and read the following.

I need help. I have a problem that is causing me grief. If there is any possible way, I want to do something about it.

I want to stop "WONDERING" what it would be like to have sex with any women I find the least bit attractive. I seem to run into them everywhere. I just turned 48 years old and ever since I can remember, I have had this problem. When I was single, I would just go home and masturbate. Fanaticize about what it might be like. Have an orgasm. Then move on with my life—until the next wondering popped uninvited into my mind. Then the cycle would start all over again.

I am 10 years into my second marriage. My first one lasted 17 years. I am still doing this 'thing' and I can't seem to stop it. I finally discussed these urgings with my wife tonight.

Why I did is because we have been in marital turmoil for the past two weeks. You see, six months ago I finally went a step further and sent an e-mail and visited a woman friend of mine from 20 years ago. Out of the sky blue she called me on the phone. I Fanaticized about her a long time ago. I called her back and went over to her house. We didn't do anything. Once I got there I couldn't figure out why in the hell I was even there and that I really didn't want to be there. We talked for a little less than an hour about what she was doing, what I was doing, how are the kids... I spent most of the time trying to think about how to gracefully get the hell out of there...and did so.

Anyway, that was six months ago and we have had no contact since then. I came home one day a couple weeks ago and found my wife in shock. Somehow she had ran across the one and only e-mail on my computer from this woman. I forgot all about it. She didn't believe me. To her I had been unfaithful (even though there was no sex) and that our relationship was a lie and that she felt she could never trust me again—let alone ever have our relationship go back to the way it was.

Because we both seem to want to continue this relationship, we have been struggling to find out if and how this might be possible.

I feel my wondering problem is getting worse. If this relationship ended, I would just find another relationship to get into and then I would hurt another person. I am not a hurting person! I do not want to hurt anyone else. I want to stop having these wonderings!

I really want what my wife thought we had. A monogamous relationship. Whenever she thinks of sex, sees a sexual scene on TV or reads a sexual passage—she thinks only of me. I want that!!! I truly want to think only of her.

I really want the kind of relationship she thought we had where our sexual encounters were a natural extension of ourselves and the ultimate way to show our love for each other. I want that!!! I want her to be the ONLY person I share my sex with.

Me? I fantasize about having sex with other women and then masturbate—leaving her totally out of the picture. I am so ashamed of myself. She told me the other night that she knew I was masturbating. How she knew was because there where some nights where she felt she couldn't approach me about sex and that it seemed pretty apparent that I wasn't going to approach her. She wanted to find out why. She said she knew on which days I masturbated. She said she needed some kind of signal, so she planted a hair halfway in and hanging out of the Vaseline jar—that way she would know on which nights I might be acceptable to have sex with her. I feel so so ashamed of myself. I thought that my wonderings leading to masturbation were affecting only me. I now know that I was so wrong in thinking I was in it alone, that I was keeping it a secret and that it wasn't hurting anyone else.

I tried to explain to her that this had nothing to do with her. She could be the sex goddess of the world and I would still have these wonderings. I had them when I was single. I had them all during my first marriage. I took care of them through masturbation so that then I could get on with my life. In telling her all this I think I realized something—that in all of the wonderings, I never followed through with trying to have sex with any of the 'wonderesses', but that I felt I had to do something about the urge, so I choose to masturbate instead. Instead of having real sex with other women and become unfaithful.

Sex with my wife is the most wonderful and fulfilling I can ever imagine it would or could be. If it were any better, I don't think I could literally survive it. And depending on what's going on, we have this kind of passing-out pleasurable sex from two to four times a week.

What is wrong with me? Am I a sex addict? Am I over sexed?

Is there such a thing as feeding my demanding brain with sexual orgasm just like someone tries to feed his body urges for drugs once they are hooked on them?

Can you offer me anything? Please?

Larry