It started off with him coming into a room in the house where I was. For some reason me and my kids were spending the night at his house. He had obviously just gotten out of the shower cause all he had on was towel that was wrapped around the lower part of his body. When he walked in an saw me there we talked for a couple minutes and then he just pulled me over close to him and started hugging me. He hugged me for a long time and I was loving every minute of it. I started pushing my leg closer to him in "that" area cause you know me Im the bad patient that has to push the boundaries and see what I can get away with. At first he made some little comment about it and asking what I was doing. I just kind of gave a playful grin and asked what he was talking about. We kept hugging so I figured it did not bother him that much so I kept doing it and kind moved the towel to the side so I could feel it better and when I did that it seemed like he kind of just ignored that I was doing that and just kept hugging me. I told him how much I loved him. But then one of the kids started calling and I started to get her but my psychiatrist said he would go and he went and took care of her. When I heard him coming back down the hall I walked out of the room to meet him and he took the towel completely off and I went over to him and wrapped my arms around him again and hugged him again for a few minutes. But then I started to kneel down and was going to give him a blow job but he pulled me back up and said that wasnt what he wanted. I was really surprised and somewhat disappointed yet somewhat relieved and didnt really know how to respond. He pulled me close and whispered in my ear to follow him to the kitchen and I did. When we got in there he had some ingredients out and showed me something that he wanted to make and it was my favorite dessert and he told me that he wanted to make that for me not have me give him a blow job. He said I would have much more fun just spending time with him in the kitchen cooking my favorite dessert than I would doing the other. Which just made me more confused being that he is a guy and I know what most guys want. After we put the dessert in the over we into the living room and just layed on the couch, he was on one end and I was on the other and our feet meeting in the middle. This whole time he had nothing on and all I could think about was getting in bed with him but at the same time kept thinking about my husband and what it would do to him and how could I explain it to my husband if I did sleep with my psychiatrist. It was like I wanted this so bad but was too worried that if I did this my husband would leave me and if I didnt have a good reason for it then it would ruin my marriage which I did not want to happen. In my head I was trying to come up with every possible reason why I could be with both and just couldnt come up with anything, but also kept trying to figure out how I was going to tell my psychiatrist no if he did want to have sex. I got up and went and laid on the bed and he came and laid next to me and just started holding me again which was amazing! But then for some reason I got up and got on facebook and started IMing my friend telling her what was going on and she was trying to convince me not to do it and that someone needed to turn my psychiatrist in cause he was wrong. I even wrote to my old teacher that Im still in contact with for advice.
Then I went and sat outside confused about what I wanted and what I should do and my psychiatrist came out dressed this time talking to me and put his arm around me again. I loved having his arm around me but the whole time I kept getting this feeling that he really wanted to be with me and wanted to have sex with me, even though if he did he could have just let me give him the blow job when I tried, and all that just made me more confused. My friend ended up calling my husband and did not tell him what was going on but that he needed to show up at my psychiatrists house and talk to me which he did. And as soon as he got there I ran to him and threw my arms around him and gave him a kiss. But I kept looking back at my psychiatrist. My psychiatrist kept talking to me and my husband both and tried to get me to stay but I ended up walking out with my husband and even left the kids there.
When I woke up I had this really confused feeling and a feeling of I just wanted to go back into the dream and go back to laying in my psychiatrists arms while he had no clothes on and be that close to him, but confused on why I would even talk to someone else while this was going on cause this is what I have wanted from him for the last 10 years, but at the same time the closeness I felt to him while we were cooking and even just laying on the couch with our feet touching was just amazing...still dont know why he wouldnt have clothes on that whole time or why he took his towel off in the dream or why he would over look the boundary I was breaking when I moved the towel over so get a closer look/feel and why he would tell me no blow job. But this has left me completely confused on how I feel right now and what I want from him and why I had a dream like that...and I can not stop thinking about him and wanting that closeness to him right now even though no real sex was involved.
I dont know Im just so confused and feel so weird right now.