Both my wife Eleanor and I have always been open about bedroom and bathroom nudity in front of our children. Eleanor was the main instigator of this since she thought it was ‘healthy’ but I had no objection to doing it.

   When my daughter Emily was five, my wife suggested I should let her touch my penis. She meant this to be pedagogical rather than sexual. About this, I was less sure and nothing came of it but it stayed in my mind.

    A bit later,  Eleanor was away visiting her mother with our older children leaving Emily with me. I was struck by a desire to show myself nude to her, perhaps moved subconsciously by my wife’s idea. So when I went downstairs one morning to give Emily her breakfast, I was completely naked but, of course, not aroused.

    She didn’t seem to pay any attention as I moved around the kitchen getting breakfast stuff but suddenly she said : ‘Put some clothes on.’ I quickly replied that I was going to and did so, wondering if I’d gone too far.

    The following morning she came to my bedroom to fetch me for breakfast and found me standing nude beside the bed. I usually get a big erection in the morning but fortunately I’d just finished masturbating and my penis had gone down to almost its normal size.

    Emily paused in front of me and said : ‘I used to be frightened of it, but not any more.’ Then she put out her hand and touched it.

    At first she was just touching my penis tentatively with the tips of her fingers but then she took it in her hand and rolled back my foreskin. How she knew how to do this I have no idea. I was caught between loving her touching me and trying not to get an erection.

    The next thing I knew, she started to move her little hand up and down my shaft and I realised that she instinctively knew about masturbation and also that I had to stop her at once which I did by saying we needed to get breakfast going.

    I was amazed at how natural it had been but promised myself there would never be a repetition. If Emily told my wife, nothing was ever said so I fancy she didn’t.

    Emily is now 28 and married and I often wonder if she has any memory of that morning. She’s the only one of my children whom I see in a sexual light and I still remember about our brief encounter and my wife’s touching suggestion in fantasised scenarios that I will recount in a later blog.